Adam Del Mastro is a film-centric writerly fellow from Melbourne, Australia. He likes Monte Hellman and he likes Terence Davies. Like, a lot. Also–wait…ok, he wants me to write that he LOVES Michael Mann the most, though. He thinks that Mitchell Leisen is totally underrated, and that Hold Back The Dawn is a goddamn masterpiece, but that Alexander Sokurov is kinda overrated. He thinks that Broadway Danny Rose is Woody Allen’s best film (by a nose) and that New York, New York is Scorsese’s best film by a long fucking way†. He thinks David Koepp’s writing is the best-kept/worst-kept secret in Hollywood, but that he directs very very badly. Kinda like Paul Schrader. Except for Mishima. He agrees that Tsai Ming-liang is the most transcendental filmmaker in the world today. He disagrees with anyone who claims that they don’t like musicals. They so do. He likes Bela Tarr but not The Man From London. He likes Don’t Look Now but not Nicolas Roeg.
He likes Takashi Miike’s energy.
He is still a little bit in love with Alicia Witt.
He has written and directed a 16 minute short film entitled Still. It’s about kissing, but, like, of course! He will make more if he ever stops watching other people’s films for a cotton-pickin’ minute.
What he’d really like: to see you all at something screening somewhere nearby, sometime soon.
† Not due to any anti-Scorsese poseur-lite contrarianism, but because New York, New York - his esoteric and time-decayed and vastly (for Scorsese) misunderstood post-Musical epiphany - exists on that most cinephilic of elevated plains: the celebrated master’s unsung masterpiece.
More? interlacedfields@gmail.com (especially if you are screening anything in Melbourne!)
